I don't think we'll ever be
The government's authority existing to coherse
Monopoly of power a democratic curse
The few who beat the masses down
No rights, the rule with fear
Resistance risks repression
The price of freedom, dear.
Artificial power, passed down becomes the norm
They dominate their underlings and force them to conform
Exploited and subdued
The boot stamps on the face
Of the broken beaten remnants
That were the human race